St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-10-30
Graphic Description of the Rare Glories
of a Section Barely Seen
by Tourists.
Wonderful Beauties That are to Be Seen
Along the Banks of the
49, Indian River.
The Novel Delight Person Expert
enees in Bathing By the Light
of the Moon.

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IAYMESNRM NEARLY spring. AS
"a LlWA WIZ il 1--WE had long talk
IN SuA MHN ed of iaunt to
WI MO the coast we final
~ Va IN z ly completed our
y .ESI~ party. say
kN FINALLY" because
the most uneX-
pected events had happened to each and
every one of us, till we were afraid that
the whole fifteen of us would never be
ready to start at the same time, but we
were. Each one was armed and
equipped, as if about to start in search
of Stanley in the heart of Africa.
We were forewarned by return
Ing pilgrims, who told dark, mysterious
tales of the dreadful attacks by
myriads of visible and invisible foes
who reyeled in bloodshed and carried
on their warfare, accompanied by the
most distracting music; this they con-
tinued till gorged with the victims life
blood. In fact, an eminent divine had
recounted thrilling adventure of his
own, telling us of time when NJ he
walked from one point to another in the
Indian river country. His path was
narrow and uneven, brush grew on
every side. often overlapping and OBJ
Scuring the path. He stumbled over pal
mettGrootS and tangled vines, SO, natural
ly, his progress was rather slow. Mean
while the shades of night were falling
fast" Murderous foes, commonly
known as mosquitoes, attacked him
with such ferocity, that when he at last
saw dim glimmer of light in the dis
lance he was scarcely able to drag
him self to the threshold of the cabin.
SO faint was he from loss of blood (?) he
could scarce raise his voice above a
whisper, writes a correspondent of the
Boston Herald. from Sanford, Fla.
After this and many other blood curd
ling stories, we felt as though we were
taking our lives in our hands,
but we hid our trembling
spirit beneath a bold exterior
we sailed forth, so to speak. Every
one had her spirits of camphor, bay
rum, cologne, ammonia, the regulation
pot of vaSeline, to say nothing of in
Vulnerable wells. The men had some
thing stronger in the way of spirits, for
snake bites (:D, as we'll as enough prov
Vender to SubSiSt an army. The day
was warm, and by the time we and our
luggage" (some of our party were
quite English, you know'') got aboard
the train the perspiration was raining
from every pore. No one was diaboli-
for you?'' We travelled by rail about
forty miles,
THROUGH STRETCHES OF LOVELY CoUN-
The impression prevails that there
are no hills In Florida, but this is
great mistake. We sped through the
deep sylvan shade of one of the most
beautiful hammockS of live Oaks-mag-
nOlia, palmettOS, tall and stately, with
luXuriant vines gracefully festooned
from tree to tree, with dense under
IN nff ,.n,N u, he
of US. 1t is the primeval forest
unprofaned by the feet or hand
of man. The sentimental damsel, with
dreamy look In her eye, murmured,
Far from the madding crowd" Just
then we beheld beautiful lake, sur
rounded by high bluffs; and in every
direction were hills covered with the
inevitable squares of green, which pro-
claimed the orange grove. The crowns
of many hills are adorned with the plant
ter's homes. The amount of architect
ural beauty found in what was, few
years ago, the wilds of Florida, is as
tonishing, and would put to shame
many Older and more pretenSiOns states.
New Smyrna was finally reached, and
we found that we were ON historic
ground. In the early days the Span
lardS had homes and settlements here.
The ruins of coquina houses are still to
be seen. Old wells and remains of
chimneyS show where the hearthstones
of the adventurous Spaniard stood. A
few traces of garden and grove are all
that remain to bring to mind legends
and traditiOns-true and fabulous-of
wars with the Indians. The indigo fields
were located in this vicinity. These
fields were cultivated by MinOrcans,
colony of which were brought here from
the island of Minorca by Gen. Turnbull,
an Englishman. They were horribly
abused, and at last rebelled, and fled to
St. Augustine for protection, where
their descendants still live. A trim
little steam boat was waiting for us,
or, at least, we thought so, but,
after we had spent two hours there,
we concluded we were waiting for her
to convey us up the river. l forgot to
say that New Smyrna is on the Indian
river. Some one asked, ssBut where is
the Indian river?' We all agreed with
Euphemia that there are only three
places in the world-here, there, and
yOu-dOn't-knOw-Wh that the In
dian river was certainly in the last place,
1t is broad, shallow stream,
A DELIGHTFUL PLACE FOR SAILING.
The vegetation is very luXuriant. The
palm trees, with their slender forms,
boldly uplift their heads, and domineer
over all other trees by their supe-
rlor height. The mangrOve- tlourishes
here, too. We find our party the
only passengers aboard the boat, except
half dozen Crackers, who look as if
they had been unearthed from some of
Iurnbulfs indigo watts. The enfant
terrible of our party proceeds to make
specially devoted his attention to an
other IS. b." who was with his grand
mother. After calmly surveying the
old lady from head to foot, and noticing
that she ''had no toof for to eat
de corn cake" he smilingIy
asked, Where your toofs?" Say,
where your toofs"' greatly to the poor
old lady'S embarrassment. She showed
her one remaining fang and glared at
him, vouchsafing no reply. Nothing
daunted, he turned to the aforesaid
grandson and inquired where he was
going. ''Going to Halifax" was the re-
joiner. Addressing the infants mamma,
the grandmother volunteered, "JOhnny'S
mighty puny. / took him to the doctors
to git him a description. He said good
dose OF onion juice and molaSseS was all
he needed. and was good enough for any
common child. / told him Johnny
wasn't no common child. You'll have
to give me description. 1t was mighty
come by the heat" By this time we
We're convulsed with laughter, and beat
a hasty retreat forward, to look at the
lighthouse which loomed up before us.
1t was the lighthouse at Mosquito Inlet,
and it is one of the finest and most COM
plete on the Atlantic coast. One of the
curiosities pointed out to us is the life
boat from which the unfortunate
Gen. Babcock lost his life.
by drowning in the surf. The
ocean is now plainly visible. After a
long consultation with the captain of our